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Then
the
man
drowsed
off
into
what
seemed
to
him
the
most
comfortable
and
satisfying
sleep
he
had
ever
known
.
The
dog
sat
facing
him
and
waiting
.
The
brief
day
drew
to
a
close
in
a
long
,
slow
twilight
.
There
were
no
signs
of
a
fire
to
be
made
,
and
,
besides
,
never
in
the
dog
's
experience
had
it
known
a
man
to
sit
like
that
in
the
snow
and
make
no
fire
.
As
the
twilight
drew
on
,
its
eager
yearning
for
the
fire
mastered
it
,
and
with
a
great
lifting
and
shifting
of
forefeet
,
it
whined
softly
,
then
flattened
its
ears
down
in
anticipation
of
being
chidden
by
the
man
.
But
the
man
remained
silent
.
Later
,
the
dog
whined
loudly
.
And
still
later
it
crept
close
to
the
man
and
caught
the
scent
of
death
.
This
made
the
animal
bristle
and
back
away
.
A
little
longer
it
delayed
,
howling
under
the
stars
that
leaped
and
danced
and
shone
brightly
in
the
cold
sky
.
Then
it
turned
and
trotted
up
the
trail
in
the
direction
of
the
camp
it
knew
,
where
were
the
other
food-providers
and
fire-providers
.